Now I'm posting the artwork I received form the DOA Draw the Doll Before You thread. Blaize: Fallon: Fallon & Hunter: Hunter: Joleen: Fallon & Tighe: Sascha: Samson: Tighe: Uhhh... it's saved as UH08 so old Fallon I guess: I didn't resize these so some are pretty big. I also misspelled some file names and don't feel like changing them...

Hey guys, we're back from Lake Constance. Do you want to know how a perfectly normal "3 hour for 220km Autobahn drive" turned into a 10 hour horror scenario that left both me AND Sascha with a cold? Yes? Well then read on. It all started with snow, lots of it. Or well let's say me and Sascha deciding to not go on the road by 8 but by 10 am (because last year we were way to early at the hotel...

...depend on him, he wanted to meticulously care for something and feed it things from his fingers. "I can't, I can't. I can't scream. Eden would hear. He can't. I won't let him." “Get the fuck off Sascha, no room at the inn,” Soren grumbled irritably, huffing and absent-mindedly petting Rémy's hair. “You’re too fat. Fatty fug. Hurting my legs.” Between the vague protests of Rémy and the openly scathing...

...the start of the vacation. He was aware that the point of vacation was to avoid work, but he had been so distracted from the book at late, it was as if he was finally free and clear to work again. Sascha's character had made an appearance, though he was still lacking in a name. Rémy wasn't sure if he'd ever get a name, and he knew well that it didn't matter either way. Sascha wouldn't care, because...

...had caught Luka slinking off, to find his brother she was sure, out of the corner of her eye and so sought other company for the moment. A mischievous grin curled her lips as she caught sight of Sascha, standing unawares beneath hanging mistletoe. Stalking half-sneakily through the gathered Cainites, she practically pounced upon him, wrapping him in a hug and planting a big, sloppy kiss on his...

... At night, he would eat, nap, reorganize, and decorate. The billiards room had been carefully converted, with the help of an air mattress and a few nights of moving furniture, into a room for Sascha and Soren. Rémy had been surprised to learn that Sascha was coming, until learning that Sascha's sort-of-boyfriend thing, Soren, had been a member of the pack before Julien and Eden had even met...

... "Oops. Shit." She gave a chagrined smile, brushing a few errant strands of blonde hair back into the mini-pompadour they'd escaped from in the breeze. "Ah- sorry about that." Posted by: Sascha Korbl Jan 10 2008, 07:52 PM Sascha kicked rocks and ambled along, hands in the pockets of his cropped denim jacket as he passed through the Pier's entrance. It was late and everyone was leaving...

ooc: written for Sascha of breaker_street for the snuggle meme. “Admit it, I look goo-ood in your shirt.” “No.” “Then don’t. Doesn’t make it less true, sweet Pete.” “Never call me that again.” “Stop hogging the blankets.” Sascha made a big show of pulling Peter’s t-shirt snug across her chest before shimmying under the down comforter and pressing herself against the man. Their...

Peter only sat at with his hands over his face laughing for a moment or two before turning off his laptop and putting it away. He needed to straighten up a bit before Sascha got there. Of course, when she got there, he wasn't really sure what they were going to do. He had only been half-joking with the woman as they traded bawdy comment after lewd remark with each other. The company, he definitely...

...on the other hand has enjoyed our personal care very much and is very much alive. Although he still looks a bit thin. We will bury Brownie tomorrow in my Grandma's backyard. Silverster was crazy. Sascha's big fireworks show nearly couldn't start because of sudden snowfall an hour before midnight. So we had to rescue it and cover it with blankets. All went well and it was awesome. More to come...